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#WeekendCoffeeShare with a dash of color for breakfast

There’s just something about enjoying the fresh outdoors, while you type a blog post. If we were having coffee, you’d smell the moisture of the sprinklers in the distance which are spraying the Lucerne field. You may be somewhat amused at the fact that I can hardly finish a sentence because I have to run off every few seconds to catch my one-year-old. I’d have invited you at the crack of dawn, while the air is still crisp with the coolness of autumn, but quite frankly I’d rather try to sleep. Truthfully though, my plans of sleep were once more dashed by my little early riser and my first cup was enjoyed before the sun had fully plated the clouds in a golden glow.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you like all other’s with whom I enjoy coffee from time to time, that no, we don’t know much more than what has already been widely published across all local newspapers. It’s an ominous feeling of having your family name splattered across the papers, like chips and tomato sauce, ready for general gossip and consumption. Like vultures they were upon us before we even had time to grasp what had happened. It’s been hard to have coffee without the subject popping up. But I guess since my mind is so often clouded in grief, how could it not.

It’s Easter, so if we were having coffee you may have admired my colored eggs. It’s something I have always done each year, but this year we were a person short in the egg coloring team. None the less, the dash of red, green, blue, orange and yellow came out quite well. If we were having coffee, my daughter would have dragged you to admire our little basket. She’d proudly tell you how she had stuck on each of those little easter themed stickers. Some eggs look like little bunnies with ears and all.
And perhaps, by time I finish writing this post, if we were having coffee I’d offer you one of these hard boiled eggs, with a hot cross bun. Oh yes, they are edible. Mini-me can hardly wait for her egg hunt tomorrow. It will be the first time Micky-me partakes in the search since last year this time he was just too small.


If we were having coffee, I’d skip how bad the capacious consumption of coffee is. But perhaps you are a tea-lover in which case I’d offer you a rooibos. And perhaps as the wind blows though the leafs and the bird chirp in the sky, you’d sit back and chat about what’s been going on in your life. Perhaps the mundane may seem interesting, even relaxing for a while. We would find something to laugh about. I’d remember that I have much to be grateful for. And last but not least I’d thank you for stopping by.


If we were having coffee at the halfway mark

It’s the aroma of coffee, which makes this such a popular drink, don’t you think? My eyelids close ever so slightly as I breathe in the fragrance of the moment. Then an acute awareness strikes me. I’m not alone. It’s at this moment, if we were having coffee, I’d look at you and smile somewhat coquettishly.

Ladies and gentlemen, the glass is half full. Not the coffee mug though, that starts off filled adequately, until the very last drop touches your lips. When you stare back into the cup wondering were it all went, there’s more where that came from. If we were having coffee, we’d drink from the bottomless cup. However today, those of us who took up the challenge to blog each day in November have reached our halfway mark. We are halfway there. We may as well finish the race.


I pause with the coffee mug in my hand. Standing halfway up the mountain we are climbing, we can look back on the incredible view of blog posts published. We can look beyond the limits of this digital space.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that outside this blog, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. My children are both teething. For my one-year-old that means an upset stomach and the need for comfort. He’s not a great sleeper, to start with, but now he looks for more solace during the night. I love him, I don’t complain and never would exchange this for anything else. I’m just not getting as much rest as is desired and find myself constantly tired. What was I thinking challenging myself to a post a day? Oh, I prepared. I knew there would be days I could not post something. So I scheduled a few posts in October. But soon time will catch up with my head start.

In the meanwhile, my washing machine is doing overtime as I deal with poop all over the show, even on me. Apart from growing an extra molar, my five-year-old picked up an ear infection. And on top of that we are busy preparing her for a transition to a new school. Never a dull moment.

Not to forget the clog in the machine of life, I’ve got my job, which I’m grateful for to keep me busy and all that comes with that daily routine. Some day’s I find myself thinking that the things I post here are so unoriginal. So in-authentic. And I see you rolling your eye’s thinking—is she really such an inspiration obsessed being? I need the inspiration as motivation to keep on moving in my own life. I want the things I put here to be a benefit to whoever reads them, even if just a tiny little bit. Words are what I have to give, but the point of this paragraph was to tell you, that there is a human, imperfect human being behind them, with daily struggles similar to those experienced by many other people.


If we were having coffee on this midpoint of November, I’d point out the posts which have brought me here. Although not strictly part of my NaNoBloMo challenge most of my loyal readers have missed the first post I scheduled on the 1st of November. I guess I can not blame them. I went from writing one monthly post, to writing one each day. On the first, there were two posts.

How to overcome relationship disaster taught to us by bedtime stories was part of my 12 Day’s of it does not need to be perfect series.

I kicked off, Nano Poblano with a motivational video and post titled: How to overcome procrastination and fear. Change your life today!

On day two, I gave y’all a peek ate how I created the 2017 Nano Poblano badge.

Day three, was for a little bit of humor, with a post titled: What’s the best writers joke you know?
Day four and five were short and sweet with a Quote. Do you & Maybe we should let that s*** go.

Day six, I did the unspeakable and tried my hand at a little satire and description thereof.

The seventh post was again short and sweet with a YouTube video, in a post titled: Time to follow your dream?
While the post on the eighth was not much longer titled: What song describes you?
On the ninth, I reflected on the ‘Me too hash-tag’ with a post titled: What Women Want. And, let me give you a little tip, it’s not a chocolate coated ice cream Sunday—although those are nice.
Then on day ten, I went back to keep things short and simple with a very interesting YouTube video. I seem to like YouTube allot, don’t I?
Then for 11.11, I wrote a little poetry – something I’ve not done in quite some time. The poem is titled: One-word obsession, while I created the cover art with Inkscape.
On day 12, I went back to my tried and tested method of a Motivational Quote in a post titled: Results, actions and trying.
The 13th saw a somewhat longer post reflecting on the bedtime story: the ugly duckling. I looked at how this fairy tale really relates to life.
Yesterday, all my trouble seemed so far away and I simply went back to a YouTube snippet and tilted it: Listen …

If we were having coffee, I’d be happy if you’d read all my posts. However, the days are over where I stress myself about likes, views and who are not reading. These days, I find that once I’ve scheduled my post, I pretty much let it go. Sometimes, something will nag me, I will hear the same song played on repeat in my head or whatever reminds me to write a post until I’ve done so and hit the schedule button. Of-cause I notice the same faces for each of my posts—those people who read most everything I write. Thank you.


If we were having coffee, I’d joke that there is one thing writers want more than coffee. It’s readers. Not bucket loads of cash. Real writers want readers more. The buckets of cash come along as an added bonus. It’s the readers who really matter. It’s the message and the story and what those two things can do for the reader. Well constructed poetry and prose, are both an enjoyment for the author and her readership. Additionally how words can invoke a feeling, a picture, a lesson.

After some thousand words, if we were having coffee I’d look up and ask; if we were having coffee what would you like to reflect on?

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This post links to a month’s long daily blogging challenge, during November. See who else has signed up to be a Little Pepper HERE. It’s called NANO POBLANO / NaBloPoMo

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profile-pic-2Sarina often sat on the peaks of the dunes of Southern Africa watching the ocean tide drift in. A daydreamer, often dreaming up stories for lands somewhere over the rainbow. She is a mother, a wife, a blogger and an overall creative spirit. Above all, she is a human being.

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If we were having coffee, it’s a little bit funny

What a strange day of the week to invite someone over for coffee. I don’t know about you, but I drink coffee every day, so I guess it does not matter. Welcome in.

If we were having coffee, we’d reminisce on how long it’s been since I last wrote a coffee post. I’ve been concentrating on writing my one blog post per month, which is not related to any link -up. In the process I’ve overlooked the ‘personal blog’ aspect of this blog. Time and energy to write is not on my side these days. It is frustrating when you are too tired to string two words together, never mind a whole comprehensive sentence, paragraph, blog post.

So I don’t sweat the mundane. Who’d want to read it, anyway? You? Well, you’re still here.

Many of my friends and family have been much too busy, also. There’s so much on our mind.  As a society, collectively that is. With words such as “nuclear threat” and “World War three”,  being thrown into many a casual conversation–it is no wonder.

“Oh, you’re on Twitter,” I asked a colleague.

“Of cause. It’s a lot of fun. I follow Trump,” she replied.

“Yea, he’s such a clown.”

“Did you hear government is in secret negotiations to sell weapon grade uranium?”

“It does not surprise me. They are all so corrupt.”

I live in a country, which is one of the worlds largest uranium exporters. We have our own conspiracies, and hope that the people at the top are at least not that dumb. What could we do against a nuclear threat? And since we rely on imports, what would we do if the world put sanctions against us?

It seems so insignificant, to read or write a random blog post. Bla, Bla, the world keeps turning–Bla, Bla.

Yet, here I am, using what little time I have to spare to share a bit of trivia.

I’ve been quiet. Not just here, but on my What’s App groups and other Social Media. Withdrawn. Sometimes I look at these groups,  Facebook and Twitter and notice that some people are forever sharing mundane Meme’s or jokes.

Someone in one of my groups is lying in hospital, literally on her death bed. I read several of shared Meme’s or jokes of hers every day.

The truth is sometimes just too hard to face. Without a little humor we’d break under all the weight.

I dislike all those automated DM people send on Twitter once you follow them. But this one stuck out so here it is. I hope it at least makes you smile the way it made me smile.


A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell.

She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.

“Oh my,” said the writer. “Let me see heaven now.”

A few moments later as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a teaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too were whipped with thorny lashes.

“Wait a minute,” said the writer.

“This is just as bad as hell!”

“Oh no, it’s not,” replied an unseen voice. “Here, your work gets published.”


Credit goes to Jeanette@Polar_Bear_Edit for this bit of sunshine. Now here’s an idea for a DM which is a conversation starter. Just sayin’.

Ha. Ha. . . Let’s lighten up and remember that God / the universe / whatever you insert here–has the best sense of humor.

If we were having coffee, we’d talk about the economy.  We’d mention the crazy weather and crazy politicians. We’d share cute baby pictures and videos. But mostly, If we were having coffee we’d laugh.

I’m linking this post up with the next #WeekendCoffeeShare hosted by Part Time Monster.

If we were having coffee, what would we laugh about? Let me know in the comments or write up your own coffee post.

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profile-pic-2Sarina often sat on the peaks of the dunes of Southern Africa watching the ocean tide drift in. A daydreamer, often dreaming up stories for lands somewhere over the rainbow. She is a mother, a wife, a blogger and an overall creative spirit. Above all, she is a human being.

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Thankfully coffee: The baby, the diaper and the healthy fizzy drink

If we were having coffee, I’d offer you a homemade rusk. Sorry, no Christmas cookies. I’ve not come around to baking any and most likely I won’t. It’s been a month, how doeth time fly?
How does time fly indeed? The year is almost on its back and we have one extra little human in our house.
“I can’t believe it! It seems like only yesterday you told us you were expecting”, one of my relatives said as she called to congratulate me.
“It’s been 9 months”, I said.

As you dunk your rusk, into your coffee (or possibly rooibos tea), I’d probably be showing off the little man. My heart is overflowing with gratitude. Mini-Me is just as pleased to be a big sister. Although, I think, she was expecting someone a little more playful and a little less sleepy.
“Give it some time,” I tell her.
I’d sincerely hope you don’t want to know the in-depth detail of the birth? If you asked I’d probably reply, “do you really want to listen to this particular horror story?” Natural births generally aren’t all that pretty.
I’ve written it out none the less and am wondering: if I should post it, if I should give it away as a guest post or if I should just let it be. It seems a waste to the all but five readers of this here little space on the interweb. Perhaps, this is one of the reasons you have not seen me write much of late here.
Granted I’ve been too busy breastfeeding, cleaning up the poopy baby bottom and catching up on sleep to give my lack of enthusiasm much thought. All three things for which I’m thankful. Yes, even cleaning of baby poop gets a thankful vote, since I have the diapers to throw away after they have been contaminated. Yes, I know I’m polluting the earth with all those nappies, but washing diapers . . . Maybe that is something I can try when the little man does not soil more than 10 diapers a day.

If we were having coffee, we might discuss my maternity benefits. We could possibly discuss what our Social Welfare pays out to new mothers (who are on maternity leave). My claim seems to have been handled without a hitch. Something to be sincerely thankful for. Considering that this is Africa, the benefit is really good too.

As I offer you another rusk, I’d thank you for the gift you brought for the baby. Everybody who’s been over for coffee has been very generous. I recently found out that in some of our local cultures it is a taboo to meet a new baby without offering a present first.

As per the usual discussion topics, we’d wonder over to the weather which has been hot and relentlessly dry. It’s this kind of heat which makes you thirst for something cold. I’d offer you a refreshing sip of my husband’s homemade kefir juice.
Kefir is something more I can be thankful for. We drink a glass each day of the milk variety. For those not in the know, kefir is natural milk culture. It forms grains which are used to make drinking type yogurt. It’s high in probiotics which have all kinds of health benefits. These grains can also be converted into what is called a water kefir. From this one can make the kefir juice, which is slightly fizzy.
I’m  sure as we continued chatting, we’d find many things to laugh about. Laughter is always something to be thankful for. I’ve recently started re-reading a book and have had many laugh-out-loud moments. Sometimes I’ve got to be careful not to startle my son awake.
If we were having coffee I’d thank you for stopping by. It has been good catching up. I’d tell you to catch up with other bloggers over coffee on the #WeekendCoffeeShare. You can also catch up on what bloggers are thankful for on the #10Thankful.

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profile-pic-2Sarina often sat on the peaks of the dunes of Southern Africa watching the ocean tide drift in. A daydreamer, often dreaming up stories for lands somewhere over the rainbow. She is a mother, a wife, a blogger and an overall creative spirit. Above all, she is a human being.

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Thankfully coffee: echoes of self-doubt

If we were having coffee, I’d wait until the strong aroma of the brew filled the room. I’d tell you that I don’t think my story, matters. I’ve been working on something, something for one of the bigger websites – because when I started writing the article, I thought that this space here does not have a big enough audience. It like me does not really matter.WeekendCoffeeShare-2016-pic

As I have been reading others stories on the subject – I was thinking who am I to put my voice out there on this issue? Would it really be beneficial to the whole? The cobwebs of self-doubt are rampant in my mind. Perhaps I’m trying to make too many points with one post.

Would you read an article that starts with, “When I was five my father put a gun in my hands”?

Perhaps I’m just too fatigued to think about all the horrific gun-related violence of late. Too tired to form coherent thoughts on the topic. Any emotional rollercoaster is draining. Prenatal depression is no different. I guess the Sinus infection isn’t really helping things along either.

So, I’ve chosen sleep whenever I saw the chance. I spent yesterday organizing my cupboard. I made lists for the things I still need to buy before my due date. Things I’ll need for a few days stay at the hospital. Things my little guy will need for his first few days with me there. The due date is still a few months off, but I’m an organizer. I like to plan. The only thing that is allowed to be an organized chaos is my desk.

And since I seem to like lists so much, here is a list of things I’m grateful for.

I’m thankful for gratitude. Counting little things that bring me joy, comfort and stability have been a huge help in getting through the difficult moments. They’ve helped me sleep better and cry less.

I’m grateful for all the things I don’t have to buy for the arrival of the new member to my family. It is hugely helpful that most of the things we will need are things we already have.

I’m thankful for Rooibos tea. I’ve been drinking a lot of the stuff. Here’s an entire post on why the stuff is so good.

I’m grateful for homemade stuff. Like: Homemade Ham. Homemade Marmalade. Home knitted socks. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t actually make all these things myself. Some people like to cook. Some people like to knit. I like to write.

I’m grateful for the opportunity to give.

I’m thankful for warm things. Blankets. Jackets. Socks.

I’m grateful for electricity.10-Things-of-Thankful-badge

I’m thankful for running water.

(When you live in an area, where these basic things are short in supply – you learn to be thankful for them.)

I’m grateful for things to eat. Bread. Soup. More Bread. Cheese.

And as always I’m thankful for coffee. These little chats give me something to ramble on about, even if there is not much else to ramble on about.

This has been a blog link up with #WeekendCoffeeShare & #10Thankful .

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Thankfully coffee: Here’s a hug in a mug #WeekendCoffeeShare #10Thankful

WeekendCoffeeShare-2016-picIf we were having coffee, I’d offer you my homemade oats cookies. While they are not fabulous enough to photograph, they are still yummy. They are a bit too much on the brown side. But hey, I float bare. If I manage to tweak the recipe so that they come out better – I’ll blog it.
Hi-five on my first thankful for cookies which have honey and oats in them –thus making them healthier than your regular brand of cookie.

If we were having coffee, we’d be having a brand called “hug in a mug”. Now I don’t know about you but hugs that come in mugs are my kind of thing. Good old regular hugs too. Got to love those. Especially the Mini-Me sized ones.

I’d tell you that so far so good, everything is looking fine with the pregnancy. I’m just overly tired. Inevitable as it seems – I’ve got the occasional prenatal depression to deal with. Inevitable? Yes. If you regularly suffer from depression the chances that you will get a nice dose of the prenatal version is more likely. Also, if you’ve had a miscarriage your chances of flaring hormones messing up your happiness seem to be expected. Topped with terrible sleeping patterns and you do have the concoction that brings forth this state. But knowing what you are dealing with puts the power back in your own hands.

I’m honestly thankful that I’ve learned to recognize depression when it hits. I’m even more thankful that everything is still on track with the pregnancy. The little guy or gal has been saying the occasional hello by what is generally referred to “feeling the baby move”

I’ve been struggling with my writing. This is why you have been seeing so little of me over here. Sleep comes first. Furthermore, I try to put quality over quantity. It seriously is more important to me to  write posts that are actually readable. I sometimes have problems following a blog post, which is not that well-constructed. I admit, it takes a skilled writer to hold my attention. I’m a picky reader.
I don’t want readers, hitting my blog with the same problem. As far as this blog post goes, it is probably more on the mundane side. I hope my spunky word usage has been keeping you with me thus far.

I wrote a post titled “Time to say goodbye” this week. It took me quite a lot of editing and re-writing to get it up to that level. Most of the time I don’t just suck this stuff out of my thumb. I was thus flattered and thankful when Shawna who blogs over at “The Honeyed Quill” put a quote of mine on an on-line poster for #LinkYourLife.


For those who do not know, LinkYourLife is a blogging community, which has formed over on Facebook and Twitter. Shawna and her cousin Shareen have been building this little community. I find them to be supportive of all types of bloggers. Each Friday you can tweet your posts with the hashtag #LinkYourLife. The point is not only to get more blog traffic but also to get to know each other a little bit better. Can I get two high fives for the tankful’s I’ve just mentioned?


For those counting that leaves me with four more things to be thankful for to complete my 10 Things of Thankful list, which I’m linking up with on this post.


I often find that we overlook the everyday comforts. In this part of the globe, it is winter. I am thus thankful for my snuggly warm bed. Warm blankets. Wooly socks. Hot chocolate. Fabulous Rooibos tea.

If we were having coffee I’d mention that there was recently a charity event. Things such as blankets and non-perishable food were collected for the uncountable less fortunate who sleep in shacks, in these parts. I’m thankful that there are events like this that allow us to give back to the community. I’m thankful I’ve got warm food to eat and a proper roof over my head.

Just in case you were totaling my list of gratitude, I have now mentioned more than 10 things I’m thankful for. Finally yet importantly, I am thankful for coffee. Check out what other bloggers are chatting about on their own #WeekendCoffeeShare posts here. The 10 Things of Thankful link up can be found here.

What are you thankful for this weekend?

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profile-pic-2Sarina often sat on the peaks of the dunes of Southern Africa watching the ocean tide drift in. A daydreamer, often dreaming up stories for lands somewhere over the rainbow. She is a mother, a wife, a blogger and an overall creative spirit. Above all, she is a human being.

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An introverted Weekend Coffee Share on books, bloodsuckers and pregnancy

I love coffee. I love slurping (quite noisily) the hot brew. I love the feeling of that rich and creamy liquid down my throat. However if we were having coffee, I’d be smelling your coffee in yearning – while I sip some hot chocolate or Rooibos tea. You see, I’m down to one cup of coffee per day –which I have already had.

I’m not feeling talkative. I feel more like wrapping myself in a cocoon of snug familiarity and nonsocial activity. Even blogging and Social Media seems too social for me right now.

If we were having coffee, I’d abruptly jump up without a word and leave you hanging in the middle of a sentence. I’d come back with the pictures we took the end of April. It is a Sonar of a 12-week fetus. And yes, I’m indeed pregnant. Having had a miscarriage in November I’m a bit apprehensive about telling people. Medically however everything seems fine, this time, round so I’m trying to think positive.

Perhaps we’d chat about the books we may have recently read and which we are planning to pick up soon. I put up two short reviews on Goodreads for two very different brands of books.


Both are worth your time if that is your thing. It’s odd how blogging has changed my reading choices. Directly before I started blogging, I’d only read Urban Fantasy. I preferred series and would tentatively test the first pages of a previously un-known Author. Charlene Harris and Kim Harrison were some of my favorites.

Let me tell you the Sookie Stackhouse book series by Charlaine Harris, is defiantly much better than the True Blood Television show based on them. They could have made manny more seasons if they had only stuck with the original storyline. Sometimes it’s different, though. I did not even make it through the first book on which the Vampire Diaries series is based. I liked the TV series more.
And when it comes to Kim Harrison’s – Rachel Morgan series, Hollywood is seriously missing out on what could make a kick – ass show.

That being said, Anne Rice’s classics, and I’m not just talking about the Vampire stories here, are all a brilliant read. I love the way she can bring an ancient character into life in modern day. If you are not into vampires, you may try something like “Servant of the Bones”. That supernatural historical novel is truly worth reading.

Talking about Vampires, I’ve gotten my all-time favorite PC game to work again. It’s an old game from 2004. Unfortunately, it’s not compatible with the newer versions of Windows and I was unable to even get it working on my updated PC. Luckily, the game has a hard-core following of loyal fans who keep writing updated patches to fix the glitches and make the game work in newer versions of Windows. Vampires the Masquerade Bloodlines kept me busy all day yesterday. I did tell you that I felt like wrapping myself in a cocoon of familiarity and nonsocial activity.

As for this blog, it’s been more like a Ghost Town after the A to Z Challenge. I’m planning on writing a 2016 Reflection post for next week’s link up. There is also a post I’ve already finished writing which I have sitting on my PC. I’m a bit tentative of publishing it. It is somewhat of a strong feminine orientated opinion piece on a sensitive subject. If that thing should go viral, I’d defiantly have some trolls flying up in my face. I don’t know if I’d enjoy the attention.
Thanks for joining me for coffee. I always do appreciate you coming round.

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You, me, a Weekend Coffee Share – Stop and smell the aroma.

Hmmm, smell that? The air tastes of coffee. It’s this scent in the air – if we were having coffee. Nonsense, no if – we are having coffee.
Sigh, I can hardly hold two thoughts together without some interruption. Always something needs rushing, something else that needs finishing and ten more things that need my attention. Where is one to have time to savor the aroma of life? I am sorry – I’m blabbering. Taking a deep breath now. It is after all just you and me here and I certainly have time to enjoy coffee and a bit of cold pudding while we are at it.

The birds are singing and there is an inviting breeze in the air. It invites you to take a breath and relax. It is, after all, weekend. Kick off your shoes and put up your feet. Life is a journey, but we seem to be rushing it these days. I can’t believe it’s already past mid-January. I was planning to have a podcast out for you to listen to by now. I know you don’t mind – it’s just something I wanted to do for you. It’s not always easy to be reading. Sometimes you’d rather be listening. A new way to connect. That’s what it is.


See I’ve been missing you. Sincerely, the day’s don’t have enough hours for us to get in touch, it has left me feeling somewhat lonely – I know you feel it too. Did you see the bit of micro-poetry I left up yesterday? It came with an amazing song too, titled: “I will never leave you children”. Sometimes I think we have separation anxiety, which is why the song is so soothing.
Hear me out! It’s not that far out there. People are not meant to be solitary creatures. We come from a place of love and companionship, forced into a physical body. Then we have that voice which is supposed to be our guide in this life however, it has gone crazy. I’ve been reading up on this voice. Some call it the ego mind. I think the term is fitting. There is nothing worse than a whacked up navigator is. Like a broken GPS that will tell you to go round and round in the same old circle. Not only does this make you dizzy, but it also leaves you lost and confused. Seriously – what’s up with that? Am I even making any sense?
That is why we need coffee. We need to be able to let ourselves take a breath. Breathe and savor the aroma. Stop rushing. Enjoy what we are doing. Then we’ll stop feeling tired and burnt out.

Why not stop by my social media accounts. I’ve got a tiny feature called little seedlings running on there. It’s about having one positive thought or something to think on each day. Social Media can feel so overwhelming at times.



That’s all I’ve wanted to leave you with today. The thought of good coffee.  If you enjoy this indulgent aroma – you can stop by other coffee bloggers here.

Thankfully Coffee – the first of sweet sixteen

Did you know that gratitude lowers your stress levels? Gratitude has many wonderful benefits on our personal health and for those around us. Your body emits energy waves, which affect the way someone will feel in your presence. Have you ever walked into a room and felt immediately at ease? Perhaps taking note of the opposite is easier. Ever walk into an office or other place and notice the tension in the room?



Apart from the ambiance of the room or space itself, the energy of the people occupying this space play a huge role in how someone feels when stepping into this space. Now I could go into the energy we send out into the word. I could use words such as chakras, personal aura, brain waves and even heart rhythm. I will not get into details. It is all kind of – out there. The mechanics of it all is debatable. Fact is; our thought life affects our health. A powerful tool to affect your thought life is gratitude.


This is something my friend Annette has recognized. Her podcast on blog-talk-radio “perspective power” does just that. She uses Gratitude to shift the perspective and help people see the superpower that is being Thankful.

All that being said, I’d like to get some of that healthy energy into my own life. Which is why you will see me joining the 10 things of Thankful blog hop. It’s also an opportunity to share with you a little bloggers coffee chat.


If we were having coffee, I’d give you a great big hug and say “Happy sweet 20.16!” It has been super hot in this part of the globe so I’d probably offer you a cool beverage along with that coffee.


Yesterday as I sat down with my own mug of coffee ready to get into some blog reading I noticed with annoyance that my computer has crashed.


Thankfully there is a back-up plan


Can you imagine a blogger without a PC? It is simply one of the most frustrating feelings. Thankfully I’ve got a back up plan in the form of an old laptop that I’m currently using until I can come up with money for a better solution.

Thankfully I’ve got an amazing husband


At first, I thought there was something wrong with my power cable. If it was only that simple! I found another one and tested it. Alas, the thing still had no power. My wonderful husband has opened the PC up and looked at the power supply. This is also not the problem. My husband will now take the thing and see what he can do about it. Mind you if the mother board is fried even the best handy man on planet earth would not be able to breathe life back into that machine. But I’m super thankful that I am married to the best handy man on planet earth.

So I spent most my time yesterday that would have gone into writing blog post updating this old thing in hopes that it will hold out until I get a better solution.


There’s something wrong with the sound, and even after updating the drivers I still can’t get it to play anything beyond that one beep sound it occasionally makes. Even Google could not solve that problem. This means that I will not be able to create any new podcasts. This is kind of bummer since I was planning to make this my weekend project.


No sound computer is far better than no computer.



Talking about back up plan and computers that need updating, I am thankful for all the free resources one finds on the internet these days.


Big whoop for FREE!

I was thankful for the Drop box service – which allows you to save all your most important documentation,this means that my book projects have not gone missing. That was defiantly one of the most vital things I’ve been working on.


I’m also thankful for the free programs that protect my computer and help in its maintenance. Advance System Care has shown itself to be a very useful overall tool.

Now I do realize these free tools are offered as a snag to get me to buy these products – but I’m still thankful for them.

Another free tool I’ve found is one by Om Harmonics.


Rediscovering Meditation

Om Harmonics offers a free binaural meditation audio. I’ve been researching meditation methodology. Binaural beets have in the past proven the most effective for me. The audio’s I do have are however somewhat outdated. This new audio is much more pleasant on the ear. If you have no idea, what I’m talking about –  I will be writing posts on this subject as I rediscover Meditation. … Stay tuned.


That said a big thankful goes to Meditation. It is really a remarkable personal growth method. Strange story that how I started blogging and how I now believe meditation played a huge part in that.

The powder of DOOM


Household bugs, urg… especially that yucky one, they say would withstand a nuclear bomb has been pestering me lately. If you think, it is odd for someone on a spiritual journey to be bothered by that – well I’m not that spiritual or maybe I’m not that far along my path. Which ever I am super thankful for the Doom powder I discovered works really well. It looks like baby powder that you put on all those places the yucky crawlers tend to walk on most. Like with other households, the biggest problem is around the sink (wash basin). Dust the area where they crawl into, lightly with powder and wolla! Now ain’t I happy you did not see any here while enjoying your coffee.



Lots of hugs and kisses


If you had been sitting here, you would be laughing at my active little toddler. Perhaps she would even have graced you with a hug and a kiss, as she is so fond of doing. Mini-Me has been off to visit her grandparents for the holidays. Friday she came back. I can say my heart was overjoyed in having her back. I’m so thankful for this little bright spark in my universe.




A few years ago I had a strong sense to walk into a Christian bookshop, which was next to the grocer I was intending on going to. In it I found a wonderful book by Joyce Meyer – which I never quite finished reading. This book has now become an inspiration for my “Little Seedlings” feature I’m running on my social media.

I’ve also rediscovered another book by Doreen Virtue called “Healing with the Angels” which offers wonderful spiritual insights I’ve since forgotten about. There are a few more treasure chests on the bookshelf behind me, which I have yet to re-pursue.


It is important that we nourish our minds and spirit to keep ourselves on a positive path.



Beautiful blogs

That said as I’ve been finding some wonderful blogs filled with wonderful insight on all subjects relating to wellness.




I’m so abundantly thankful for water. I have mentioned this before, but we are still experiencing a severe drought. The flora in the area is suffering. The flowers and I are very thankful for each drop we have received over the last week. Water truly is vital to life. With no water, there are no baths, showers, flushing toilets and no way to clean dirty dishes and clothing.





Finally yet importantly, I am thankful for that magical brew most writers seem to consume right along with air. It is this love of coffee that connects many bloggers and writers. It gives us something to talk about, makes us feel connected. Writing is truly a solitary enjoyment, but coffee well that is awesome shared.


Now I hand the mug to you; tell me for what are you thankful? What would you tell me if we were having coffee? Connect with the local coffee crew here and get your thankful on here.





Thankfully coffee

Do I get to say, thankfully it’s over? November I mean. Well it’s almost over and I am beyond pooped, to say the least. Welcome to this, first edition of Thankfully coffee. The thing I invented to combine both a coffee post with a 10 Things of Thankful. For those who don’t know either of these things – don’t worry – it’s not fretfully important. Bloggers like to link up with each-other from time to time. Today I’ll be serving the bloggers version of a combo. So, instead of a quarter chicken and four hundred kilos of spare rib (and everyone who’s ever been to a Spur is now picturing their last visit)

We’ll be having an if we were having coffee chat over an additional serving of “10 Things of Thankful”.

1 – Blogging

Thankfully it’s over is not really a thankful is it? Nay, it be one of them things we say to brush off a bad experience. November came with a really bad one for me. You can read all about it, if you are so inclined. I wrote that post while everything was still happening. It was my way of processing things and has helped me tremendously come to terms with the reality of the situation. For this I’m truly thankful. Thankful for blogging – since some things would not be the same in a private journal. Saying something openly and publicly is beneficial – if you know the right way to do so.

There is a right and a wrong way; especially for someone such as myself with various issues paranoia and anxiety among the list. For now this blog remains blissfully under the radar for anyone who knows me in real life. That will probably change at the latest with the release of my novel (still a work in progress).  My hope is that if anyone ever did decide to dig through my archives there will be posts I can say – yes I wrote that and I’m proud to have done so. It’s a thing with writers. How much of yourself do you let out into the words you are creating? How much is needed to truly reach people and to be real? This has always been and will always be a problem for someone like me.


2 – Freedom to choose

Here’s the thing though and I could list this as a next thankful, no one is forcing me to do anything here. When it comes to writing this is a choice, my choice. This is not something I must do. Blogging, writing and any other creative outlets you see here on this blog are things I choose to do – although I’m highly compelled to do so  – it is still a choice and a good one at that.

3 – NaNoWriMo 2015 Winner

Talking about “my writing” and stuff – if we where having coffee – your face would waved full of a copy of this:NaNoWriMo-2015-certificate

Which is also my third thankful, for those counting.

4 – Rest

I have however really been pushing my boundaries. I threw myself into my novel after earlier mentioned bad event. It’s the way I fly. Forget about the sorrow and dream up a story. It’s always been a coping mechanism, since childhood. Although I still got about a chapter and a half to write, I’ve decided to give myself the day off from the novel to allow some rest.

5 – Vitamins

I’ve been pushing myself much too hard after my ordeal. Consequently, my body has called a big STOP on that. The body has a way to tell us when enough is enough. We need to head its advice. I will survive the sinusitis though – so no sweat. Which brings me to my fifth thankful. If we were having coffee I’d probably have a discussion with you on the wonderful benefits of vitamins. Things such as Vitamin C, En-china extract, Zink – things I’m now dosing my entire family with – so that they don’t get my germs.

6 – Running tap water

If we were having coffee, we’d certainly be talking about impending water crisis. The region has been hit with one of the worst droughts in very many years. Today our water was cut for about an hour. This was probably due to some emergency maintenance. It made me think of how thankful I need to be for running water from the tap. There are now parts in South Africa where the residents don’t have any running water. So the sixth thankful will go to running water and everything that goes with it. I can still take a shower. I can still wash my cloths. I can wash my dishes and clean my house. These are things we so often take for granted – that is until we no longer have them.

7 – the LOL moments

It has not all been doom and gloom. There have been things that made me laugh out loud – which is my seventh thankful.

8 – the “that’s so beautiful moments”

And things that made me cry are my eight thankful. I hear you say what? Read me out here, or more accurately go read this, and tell me that was not a wonderful way to have spent a few minutes of your day?

9 – WordPress help

My ninth thankful goes to wordpress. With all the changes they keep on making here – things don’t always work as they should. I e-mailed one of the wordpess fellows, since I’m having problems setting up my podcast. The solution he has given me does actually work and up until now they have not charged me for the solution. Perhaps it’s time I say thank you and simply take the offered solution. This means my pod-casting is a go.

10 – Coffeh

And the tenth thankful goes to the obvious. Coffeh, as a friend has dubbed the wonderful brew.



And as a bonus, remember that you are only human. And while some may see this as weakness there is a certain beauty that lies in our fragility, that society does not often cherish.

“But I’m only human
And I bleed when I fall down
I’m only human
And I crash and I break down
Your words in my head, knives in my heart
You build me up and then I fall apart
‘Cause I’m only human”

(Christina Perry – I’m only human)